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have to fake. I looked at Jacob, smiling at the way he looked at me. He was impressed. "How about you, sweetheart?"
    One side of his mouth tilted upward. "I don't require a drink."
    The attendant hustled away, snapping the curtain closed behind her.
    Jacob gestured for me to come to him, his deep voice thick as syrup and just as sweet. "There is something else I require."
    I slid into his lap, looping my arms around his neck. "And what's that?"
    "You."
     

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    This wasn't happening. I wasn't 37,000 feet in the air in a private jet, straddling Jacob freaking Whitmore with my nipple between his teeth. Groaning. Begging him not to stop.
    And he didn't.
    I braced myself on the chair, feeling every ragged breath he drew. Teeth bared as he gripped the mounds tight, holding them steady as he stroked it with his tongue. Moaning was a given, as natural as breathing as he flicked the swollen nub back and forth before he moaned and the sound rippled through me. I’d given up trying to do anything but focus on the way he made me feel. I didn’t wonder if I was too heavy or if my groans and the sounds of him licking, sucking me were giving the staff an involuntary front row seat to the action. There was only the rhythm of his mouth, lips, and tongue, pulling me closer to coming.
    His lips rounded the curve, hovering just above as his words fluttered over my nipple. “Tell me what you were thinking when she came in.”
    I frowned. I didn’t want thinking. I wanted this . More of his mouth. I jutted my chest out and he gave me a smile hot and dirty enough to make me come on the spot...and then he gripped my nipple between his fingers and squeezed.
    I winced as the pain cut through the haze of lust, sobering me enough to know he meant business. I knew he wanted me. He was swollen and thumping against the fly of his pants, like he could sense me dripping just past the barrier between us. But he was in charge--and he asked me a question.
    The longer I waited to respond, the tighter his grip became.
    “What was I thinking?” I eked out, tears rushing to my eyes and receding when he released it. “She’s getting the whole shebang and didn’t even take me to dinner first?”
    His thick lips twitched with amusement, but his other aquiline features were chiseled stone.
    “I was nervous, but then I…” I trailed off, eyes rolling back in my head as the hand that rounded my bottom spread my cheeks and a single finger slid in the space between. At the moment, I wasn’t even thinking clearly. I was lost in the wet sounds of my desire filling the silence.
    “Then you what?” he said softly, eyes hot and heavy.
    I almost whined in frustration. More than anything I just wanted him . “Then I just said fuck it.” I emphasized the F word and felt him move with approval. “I just didn’t care if she saw me. All that mattered was if you saw me.”
    He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip just as he pushed a finger inside me. I swore it was like he was in my skin, knowing exactly where to press, just the right way to pump to make me spiral to ecstasy. I fought the urge to close my eyes and savor the moment, the desire to gaze into the depths of his blue eyes. His next words made the choice simple. My eyes fluttered open and met his, feeling the tingles of love race over every part of me.
    “I see you Leila. You possessed me from the moment we met.” He lowered his voice to the deep, sexy, bedroom timbre that was for me and me alone. “I want to watch your eyes roll back in your head while I make you come with my hands. I want to hear every note of the moans that fall from your lips as I take you against the door, then the bed, the floor. I want to feel your body melt around me. You belong to me, Leila. And I belong to you.”
    He was a man of his word, adding a second finger and filling me so deliciously that keeping my eyes on him was impossible. It felt too good, I felt too wild and each pump pushed me to the edge before he